HUNTINGDWN JOUR AL ft jranttlg j oopaper— tliOttZt to Central *MeMamie, gtnerttotni, Volittco, lifteraturt, avto; Sicattctii, agrictilture, antltornitut, kr., sec. ":37aDLI. s= t i V/®.; 414 rUULISUZD Br JAMES CLARK'. • Ra c tai.12.32f1290 The "Joulussz." will be published every Wed nesday morning, at $2 do a year, if paid in advance, end if not paid within six months, $2. 50. No subscription received for a shorter period•than six months, nor any paper discontinued till ail ar mamas aro paid. Advertisements not exceeding one equate, will be inserted three times far $1 00, and for every subse quent insertion 25 cents. If no definite orders are given as to the time an advertisement is to be continu ed, it will be kept in till ordered out, and charged etc oordingly. POETIVZ: - - - "To charm the languid hours of solitude He oft invites her to the Mtise's lore." The following exquisitely beautiful effusion P . . from an old number of Blackwood's Edlhburg Magazine: norm. If hope ho dead—why Reek to live? For what beside has life to give? Love, Life, and Youth, and Beauty, too, If hope be dead—soy! what are you? Love without hope! it cannot be. There in a me! on yon sea, Becalmed and eailless as Despair, And know—'tie hopeless Love float. there, Life without Hope! 0 that is nut To live; but day by day to rot, With feeling' cold and passions dead, To wander o'er the world, and tread 1,7p0n its beauticy and to gaze Quite vacant, o'er its flowery mate, Oh! think, if thie be life! then sey— Who lives when Hope has fled away? " Youth without Hope! An endless night, Trees which have felt the cold spring's blight, The lightning's flash and the thunder's strife, Yet pine away a weary life; Which older would hare sunk and died, Beneath the strokes their Youth defied— Bat, curet with length of days are left to rail at Youth of Hope bereft. And Beauty, too, when Hope is gone— Has lost the ray in which it shone; And seen with,,ot tt,;. hnrocoAti Has lost the beam that made it bright Now what avail the silken hair, The gentle smile, the gentle air, The beaming eye, and glance refined— Faint semblance of the purer mind— Ae gold dust aPerkling in the sun, Point whore the richer strata's rent Alas! they now just seem to be Bestowed to mock at miser; They speak of days long, long gone by, Then point to cold reality. And with a death-like smile, they say— ..Olt! what are wo when Hope's away!" thus Love, Life, Youth, and Beauty too, When seen without Hope's hrightning hue, All sigh, in MISERY ' S saddest tones, "Why seek to lion if HoPe be gone: Tho following, stanzas were writien by Dr. floor., when a barbarous indignity to !ha Con stitution Was proposed under some absurd idea of naval esonouiy. We have no hand for tho man Who can road them withotit reeling gluier about hie heart: Old Ironsides: , AT, tees her Wined ensign down! Long has it waved on high, And ninny an eye has danced to see That banner in the sky; beneath it rung the battle-shout, And buret the cannon's roar: The meteor of the ocean air, Shall sweep the clouds no more! Her lock 'chic() red with heroes blood Witeie the ilinquithed foe, Wheri winds were hurrying oer the flood Arid waves Wtrti White below, Ni More shall feel the victor's treed, Or know the . conqiier'd knee: The harpist df the shore shall pluck The eagle of the tee, Oh, better that her shritter'd hulk, Should sink beneath the wave, Her thunders shook the mighty deep And there should be her girive: Nail to the mask her holy flag, Set, every thread-bare sail, And give her to the god of storms,— The lightning end the gale! PRITTi ElmtersaT—The memories of child- hood, the lag far away days of boyhood, the mo- , thee. love 1411 prayer, the voice of a departed play fellow, the Ancient church and schoolhouse in all their green erid hallowed associations, come upon heart in the dark hour of sin and sorrow, as well as in the joyous time like the passage of a pleas antly remertilicired dream, and cast a ray of their own purity and Sweetness over it. A writer In an agrictiltUral jonrnal, condemns the use of blind bridles. He says, that "if the Creator had intended the eyed of horses io have been half-blinded that appendage wonld have been provided in the natural way. Art never i n vented, a more fetal thing to the eyes of horses. Blind bridles and diseased eyes are inseparable. Z3:l'37qa'lZSCZl , l:fijCZo o I:Pea. g ; s'3cll):!rE2atx2izia a‘iD a 0.E134:1e Frtim Freers Book of the Army. Battle of Queenstown. The subsequent embarkations were yet more irregular. The number pf boat. which had been originally provided, about twelve or fourteen, was p!together inadequate, and several of these had been lost catty ih the attack. The pilot and boat men became irreaolute, and finally fled from the ferry. , • Under these circumstances, about daybreak, Lieutenant Colonel Fenwick and Maier MUllany embarked as many as they could (about two hun dred in all) of the remaining detachment. This division of boats, without pilots, was forced, by the violence of the current, upon the enemy's shore immediately under his batteries; and the whole de tachment was taken, with the exception of Major Mullany, who, with . eight or ten mon, escaped in a boyi ,LioMenant Colonel Fenwick ores severely wounded in three or four places. The troops which had effeeciedtheir landing were immediately in ac tion; the enemy gradually gave ground in front of Colonel yan Rensselaer, who, after having ad. vanced one hundred and fifty paces, received two severe wounds, and was forced to leave the field; not, however, without having firs': ynptirted to tire officers nearest to him ouch local information as ho possessed with respect to the ground to be contest ed, and endeavoured tc animate them to prosecute the atttack, by exhortations such , as courage dicta ted. There was np common commander; the reg ulars took, the lead, Under Captains Wool, Mal colm, Armstrong, Ogilvie and Lieutenant Randolph, who independentlicommanded their, eevaral corn. panics. Other small., parties, of twenty or thirty men each, follewed on, as the boats successively arrived. These gallant ypung men were soon in possession of the greater height, called the moun tain, having in their ascent carried a battery of one eighteen pounder and two Mortars, which was planted midway the acclivity. The enemy, beaten inddispersed, fled to the village of Queenstown. Here the fugitives were met and rallied by Genet- al Brock, who brought up with him a detachment of the York voltintaers, and instantly advanced to the charge. The path of hie accent wee winding and difficult. At the dietance of a hundred pacee from the American line, this gallant and accom plished soldier fell at the head of his troops, who were again instantly dispersed. At this instant, eight _o'clock in the morning, Lieutenant Colonel over to take the command of the whole of the troops engaged; but the presence of Brigadier Gen eral Wadsworth of the militia, who had crowed without the knowledge of the commander-in-chief, soon obliged hint to limit his attention to the reg ulars, of whom, about two hundred and thirty in all, he retained the independent command. Every arrangement was promptly made for the reception of the enemy. Matilde , ' by the judgment of Capt. Totten, of the engineers, Scott drew up his little army in a strong position. This was chosen with a view not only to receive the enemy, but also to cov er the ferry, under the idea that they would speedi ly be reirifOrced by the whole of the troop! at Lewis town. The enemy allowed them but a short breathing tini:e_ The first gun which had been fired in the morn: ing had put in motion the garrison at Fort George, and the body . of Indians collected there. The lat ter, about four hundred in number, arrived first, and were joined by the, light troupe previously en gaged. A sharp and gallant conflict ensued. SCOTT reccivnd the enemy with his regulars, routed and pursued him as far as the great object in view, the protection Pb the ferry, would permit., 6ur trot*, having resumed their Oehler', the enemy, front his great superiority in numbers, was induced to renew the attack, drove in the advanced picket, and forced his way into the midst of the American line. All was now cenfusion; defeat and massacre seemed inevitable. At this critical moment SCOTT, who had been everywhere in the thickest of the fire, by great exertions brought the retreating line to the right about. With one of those 'sudden revolutions of feelings which set Upon itirge bodice of men, so instantaneously and so wonderfully, his troops seemed at once to catch the spirit of their leader. With one burst of enthusiasm, as sudden as the panic of the preceding moment, the line, which had just before been retreating in broken confUsion, ilatit threw itself forward on the enemy, who again fled with precipitation. leaving a consid erable number of dead and wounded on the field. The rout was follOived UP a considerable distance, but the ferry could not be lost sight of. Through. out these affairs, the militia did not act in a body but many giilleint iiidividnals among them fought as individuals, by the side of the regulars, and par ticipated in their dangers and successes. . ... . The Indians and light troops, so frequently befit en, were now content to await the arrival of the garrison of Fort Gunge, (eight hundred and fifty in iiimilier,) then in sight, at the distance of ri mile, under Major-General Sheafle. Lieutenant: Colonel Chrystia and Major Miillany, who had joined SCOTT during the list piirsnit, biit Without any reinforcements, brought information that no aid was to be expected from Lewistown. Major- General Van Rensselaer had done everything in his power to induce the .ailitia to cross over, but the sight of Sheaffe's column excited in them °consti tutional scruples" not to be overcome. They were contented to watch the fate of their country man, on the opposite heights, themselves far re- I moved from danger. Retreat had now become as hopeless as succour. The few remaining boats • . . Were On the American aide. SCOTT resolved to receive the enemy on the ground which he occu pied, when, any survived the shock, it would be time enough to surrender. Major.Generel Sheaffe approached warily with his force, suspecting the small band in view to be but the outpost of the prin cipal army. At length they closed; the action was sharp, bloody and desperate, for some eight or ten minutes, when, being nearly surrounded on all sides, the Americans broke and retreated to the bank of the river, under cover of the precipice. The greatest mortification experienced by those who had done their duty, was to find, un..ler the rocks and the fissures of the precipice, upwards of ono hundred of the militia, who, it seems, had been forced over the river, but never ascended the height, or came within sight of the enemy. boring the whole of those affairs, Seer, ex posed his person in the most fearless manner. He was in his full uniform, and being, besides, re markable for his stature, was evidently singled out as a mark. He was advised by an officer to throw aside, or cover some part of his dress: "No," said he, smiling, -I will die in my robes." Captain Laurence soon after fell dangerously (it was then thoitght, mortally) wounded by his side. After he had surrendered himself, an Indian came up to Colonel Scott, and, attentively surveying him, said' " , you are not born to be shot—so many limes— (holding up all the fingers of both hands, to count ten)—so many times have I leveled, and fired my rifle at yeti." From Queenstown Scott was sent a prisoter to Quebec; thei.ce, about a month after, he embarked for Boston. He was exchanged in January, 1813, soon After his realm to the United States.. Thus ended the battle of Queenstown, in which the Americans engaged, with the exception, per haps, of a few of the militia, behaved with tho Ut most coolness and bravery., The refusal of the rear division to cress the river, alone prevented them from reaping the fruits of their exertions, while it rendered doubly brillirint th'o conduct of those Who did their duty to their country and there. selves. The loss of the Americans in this battle is varionaly stated, but it is believed not to have ex ceeded one thousand in killed, wounded , Still pris oners, of whom, perhaps , mom than one half were regular.., The loss of the enemy le not known, but must have been considerable, as they were twice repulsed, and driven down the heights, The in a peculiar manner in all their subsequent opera tions. The Americans showed their respect for his character by firing minute guns from pert Niegera during the funeral procession. The Secret Happiness. Go search the ponderous tomes of human learn• rag—explore the work of Confucius—examine the precepts of Seneca, and all the writings of Socrates. Collect all the excellences of the ancient and mod ern moralists, and point to a sentence equal to the simple prayer of our Saviour, oFiTiten, FOUGIVE Mine Reviled and insulted—suffering the gross est indignities—crowned with thorns, and led away to die, no annihilating curse breaks from his lips. Sweet and placid as the aspirings of a mother for her nursling, ascends the prayer of mercy for his enemies, "Father, forgive them!" 0, it was wor thy of its origin, proving incontestable that his mission was from Heaven! Acquaintances, have you ever quarrelled? Friends, have you ever differed? If He, who was pure and perfect, forgave his : bitterest enemies, do yoU well to cherish anger? i3rothere, to you the precept is imperative; you should forgive, not seven times, but "seventy times seven." Husbands and wives, you have no 'right to ex pect perfection in each other, To err in human. Illness will sometiaies make you petulent, and dis appointment ruffle the swoother temper. Guard, then, with unremitting vigilance, your passions; controlled, they are the genial warmth that cheers us along the way of life—ungoverned, they are consuming fires. Let your strife be one of re spectful attention and conciliatory conduct. Pte.- tivate with care the kind and gentle affections. Plant not, but eradicate, the thorn in your partner's path. Above all, let no feelings of revenge ever find harbor in your breast. A kind word—an obliging action--even if it be a trifling one, has a power superior to the harp of David, in calming the billows of the soul. Revenge is as incompatible with happiness as religion. Let him whose soul is dark with malice, and studious of revenge, walk through the fields, clad with verdure and adorned with flowers, to hie eye there is no beauty—the flowers to him exhale no fragrance. Like his soul, nature is robed in the deepest sable: The smile of beauty and cheerful ness lights not up hie bosom with joy, but furies rage there, and render him as miserable as he wish es the object of his hate. But let him lay his hand upon his breast and say, "Revenge, I cast thee from me; Father, for give Mean I forgive others," and nature assumes. a new and delightful garniture . Then, indeed, are the mead s verdant, and the flowers fragrant—then ie the music of the groVe delightful to his ear, and the smile of virtue lovely to hie soul. GRAMMATICAL WITTICISM. --We don't know who originated the following, but it is a good one at all events. "Bobby, what is steam!" " Boiling water." That's right, compare it:' "Positive bail, comparative boiler, superlative burst ."' The Oregon Question PREPARATION FOR WAR. , Wilmer and Smith's European Times contains the following comments on tho preparation for war now visible in England:— the dock yard; and naval arsenals of England, exhibit extraordinary activity at the present mo ment. In many of the outporte steam frigates of the largest class have been ordered by the govern ment, to be ready by a fixed period, according to the contracts, and the builders have been bound down by heavs penalties to have them, like the old Commodore in the song, "fit for sea" at the re quired time, .'the contractors have recently been informed by the AdMiralty that the penalties will be rigidly enforced in the event of failure as to time. In addition, eurveys are being made oldie coast and of the outports, end ii4a7ations are also being made for placing tilt whcla in a pcaition of the greatest strength and impregnability. But the natural inquiry is, whence this warlike activity? What is the occasion that demand. it? We are at peace with the world; our ships ride, quietly on every sea; the foreign relations of the country wear a pacific appearance. Those who profess to see farther into a millatono than their neighbors, point to the "Far West"—to Oregon, fora solution of the mystery. President Polk, Hay they, is determined to have the disputed territory, irrespective of the consequences. The spirit of his inaugural adding, the came authorities add, actuate. the President and his democratic Congress. The comparative weakness of the Whigs in the House, as well as in the Senate, and the strong feelings which influence a large portion of the citizens of the United Stetee on this question, are adduced as potent reasons for the arming, and the preparations for onslaught, of which the dock yards of Britain at the present moment give indu bitable proof. The preparations to which we allude are unquestionably matters of fact; whether the inference deduced therefrom be correct, is an. other question. But the quid nun., who are nev er at a loss for reasons on which to build a specu lation, however absurd, instance the fact of Mr. Everett having declined an invitation to a public demonstration in Boston, on his return home, be cause he could not speak, except of vague general ities, without violating official confidence, as a proof that the relations of the two countries, arising notnfAmOvron.,a - i.r,hirpl. son territory world be one of the most reckless end insane expeditions that the civilized world ever witnessed; end yet the fact stares every one in the face, that the Governments of both ccuttriec are Committed to hostilities, if either carries out the menace of the other. Both Government. are in a false Positide.--The President's uncalled fcr lo• quacioueness, denoting, as it did, a foregone con clusion, produced the warlike explosion of the present and the proximate Premiers—Peel and Russell--in the House of Common, If both parties give end take a little, all will bo well; if, on the contrary, neither will recede from his position, the sword it is not improbable—nay, it is more than likely—will be drawn. We hops fur the best. "War is a bloody exchange of ideas at the cannon's mouth," come one says. . We had much rather sec an able and clear-headed diploma tit like Mr. McLane, ' , exchange his ideal" with oir quiet and by no means exacting Foreign Min ider, Lord Aberdeen, to some purpose—a pacific ore we mean—than to see England bristling with Myonets, and America rampant with fury. Yonni ace AccIDENT.—The Pittsburg Age says a iorribis occurrence took place on yesterday mor nng, out at the Kensington Iron Works. A man b 3 the name of J. 'l'. Bradford, fell in between two !age cast iron cog wheels, and was instantly torn ino fragments. ye is supposed to have been pas siig by the wheels With a bar of Iron, about half pat five o'clock, :::, , lien his foot tripped and ho fell foward among the cogs. His bead was severed tom the neck, his left arm, ground to atoms, his :hest was torn from the lower portion of the body, nd his legs separated from the carcase, the left leg king broken in several places. Of course he must hve been instantly killed, although he was not recovered for an hour or no after the accident hap ' plied. . , . , He was a young man, of about 24 years of age. is had no relations in this country, but his parents an still living in Sorncraotshire, England. PouTEs rev does not coneist in laying down your hife and fork in a particular manner, nor yet in :aiding your mouth by drinking out of a cop to void the indecorum of cooling your tea and coffee a aaucer, . There is an anecdote of George the Fourth, hich conveys a better idea of politeness than all tat Chesterfield has written. , While his majesty was yet prince of Wales, he Snored a tea table with his presence, where there Ippened to be some young ladies not deeply ree din the code of etiquette. These innocent mea -1 tea, in the simplicity of their hearts, never dream ethere was any dire enormity in pouring their tea in their saucers to cool ; a titter ran around the tle among the polite guests, but the Prince obser vr it, and the occasion, to relieve the embarrass tat of the young ladies, ho poured his own tea in his saucer. This is whet may be called real purlieu. he rope of Roma hae the cancer in hie note Our Rim socc—The Rey. E. Percy Howe, D. D. editor of the Dollar Demerol,,has an ived at home from the city, and perpetrated the following outrage upcn the feelings of hie subscribers. The impu dent dog should be lashed with a shaving cut of " them digging."--N. 0. Republican. Come ye signers, proud and lowly, Rich and ragged, lean and fat, Come and fork o'er what you ono ma For the Dollar Democrat! The Parson's anxious, to receive it, Ah! he sadly wants the chink, Every dollar bright believe it, Due for paper rent and ink. Pray don't hesitate ye signers ! Of the Printer's pittance think-- Send, 0 send the silver shiners ! Quickly, Cash us, or we sink. 'Tenshun, Squad ! The Editor of the Albany Microscope is a cap tain in the Militia, and publishes the following spir ited address to his company at the lest general re- view. Hear him Friends, Countrymen, and Sodgers ! !Tenshun, Squad ! This ie a great country, and has got a tareing start among the white nations and Injune of the airth. What makes it great ? Where does the conglomerated elementums of its greatness cum front 1. I answer—just bring your right foot into line, Sargent Snike—l answer In a voice of hash thunder— The Militia. Step your darned cheering, Men : don't applause at my eloquence, for you'll put me out if you do. Yee! the militia, Take that away, and there eint nuthin left. The Militia is the bone and grizzle of the country. It locks, bolts, and bars the gates of creation, and atende sentinel on the tallest ramparts of Nature's dominions. This Republic Would be it miserable consarn, but for the militia. ft keeps the ardent sperrits of military effulgence in a glow of Icelandic fervosity. I'm attached to it, myself. I think it's rich. The system can't be bettered.— Folks call it a fame. I don't ace nuthin to laff at in it. It's n plaguey solemn piece of buziness, when you come to hug down to the naked reality on't. 'Taint every body that can put on the regi ' mentalities, and look like old Mars, the god of war, with a decided touch of Julius lamina Thula. Ceeze j her thrown in fur effect. No, air et !—There aint glory, with Wraps to his breecher.loons, epetets pi led up on both shoulders, brass buttons from head taw foot, silver stare shining on the tails of hie coat, a cap and plume on his head, and a drawd sword in his hand. Stich a site's enough to make fallen man and woman think better of his specie ! 'Tie , • I believe the pretuscent delirium of this destined Republic is centered in its militia. It can't stand without it. With it,its proud motto is, DIVIDED WE STAND, VETTED WE CALL! " —Stop cheerio'—you put me out— General Washington belonged to tho militia; so did Sippio Afri-cane-us; co did Boneypart ; so did that old Winiguth that ravished all Tamps end burnt its fences and its eon° Walls ; and so also, sodgers, do I! • I believe if all cut doors eliculd bust threw the parafurnailye of the animal economy, and elide down the greased plank of ancestral delinquency ker-slump into the broad Savannare of this smilin land of asses milk and untamed tioney,that nuthin astir could put 'cm out but the Militia! That ar a fact! Three cheers for the Militia in general, and the 9999th Regiment in pertickler.—Sodgers! ground arms! Who's afraid 'I Whar's Nfexiko, Kaliforniko, and Oreegon I Who'n afcerd of them ? Sod gers! The mortal 9999th can thrash the life out of that aro yeller, half Spanish varmint, that Mex ico, any mornin' afore breakfast. Our motto ie. 'Liberty and Death, now and forever, one and fleeparable." Whoomy for Movie! Down with Toxin! Let's lick lis:! IiAkNIER'S CREED W e believe in small farms and thorough cultivation. • ,We believe that the soil loves to eat, as its owner, and ought to be manured. W e believe to large crops which leave the land better.than they knod it; making both the farmer and the farm rich at once. We believe to going to the bottom of thins—and therefore, in deep ploughing and enough of it. All the better if with a subsoil plough. We believe the best fertilizer of any soil is a spirit of industry; enterprise, and intelligence—without this, lime and gypsum bones and green manure, marl and guano, will be of little use. 'We believe in good lenges, good barns, good farm bosses, good stuck, good or chards, and children enough to gather the fruit. M'e believe in a clean kitchen, a neat wile in it, a spinning piano, a clean cup board; a clear conscience. NV . e disbelieve in farmers who will not improve—in farms that grow poorer every . year, farmer's boys turning into clerks and merchants--in farmers ashamed of their vocation, or who drink whiskey till sober men are ashamed of them. Moreover, we believe in taking a new s• paper and in paying for it. Such hints are worth at least a year's pay. s:icaj.; ee)asza A. Time to Die.---An Extract. DT TUSOPHILUS 1111 A. Look at that smooth and bloodless brow, of oats of earth's loveliest daughters, borne back to her na tal bowers from a long pilgrimage, in search of the lost treesuve 7 health. Like a pale perishing blot. som, she is kid in all her fading beauty, down in the home of her guileless infancy, amidst the hip py scenes to which her memory fondly clung.— The hopes that had nestled in the heart of many a faithful fricint, had ono by one departed so they marked the hectic spot upon the wan and palled cheek, the thin attenuated fingers of the tiny hand, the faltering step, the sunken eye—these told is solemn language that the time was rapidly approach ing when they must prepare the coffin and the shroud. A few short months only had passed, since she stood before the altar, a laughing, blushing bride. her light and fragile form surrounded by troop. sf admiring friends. Her name is changed, sho re turn. to her fathers house but to leave it for a land of strangers. Ah ! little did they think, on that day, when tears and smiles were mingled—when they looked upon that bright face with its beaming joy and youthful pride, that its glow was lighted with the fevered breath of the treacherous disease —consumption. Littlo did the fond father think when he loft a tear of mingled joy and sorrow up on her cheek at parting, that she was so soon to be borne . back to the house of her youth in comfortless sorrow. Death regards not a father's love, nor a husband's grief—she is laid in her shrouded beauty beneath the spreading cypress of het native hills, in calm, unbroken, painless sleep. She has the moonlight resting upon her native valbee for the last tune— the sun to her gilds the hill-tops no more. Th. spirit emancipated from the heavy shark!rs ofmor tality, has joined the great congroation of the ran somed ones in the paradise of love. Why weep yo then as those who have no Hope dud her darkness is changed to day—that ne•in has risen no moro to sel--that the fetters of earth have been exchanged for robes of light and life--that the dark portal of Death her been unclosed, which opens upon en endless day—that the music of another voice is ad ded to that unceasing song in a world where pang and parting ere know. uu luvt, . Tears mav fall when the beautiful and the good the mourning soul to the land of perfect bliss, where the spirit never dies, and pain never comes. A 13ZACTIPUL PRESISNT.—The ladies, who are qlways ready to acknowledge and assist the men ire toeir laudable efforts, have presented a beautiful Bible to the Fredonia Division, No. 36, of the Sons of Temperance. It has been published by I. B. Lippincott & Co., and certainly reflects great credit upon their taste and mechanic.' skill. It printed on fine letter paper, in the very neatest style of typography, is bound ir, green velvet, and has brass clasps. It is one of the finest editions of the Bible that has eve: been published in this country, arid shows great perfection in the art.—Ledger. Likewise slid Also, Eaq..l once objected to the competency of a wit aces alleging that he woe nocompes. The Court granted leave to teat the matter. "Can you tell me, my friend, the difference be tween likewise and also?" "May be anon 1 can," replied the winless. 0 Go on sir, let us hear." 0N,V,1l you see, 'on, Col. P. is a lawyer: . "Very well," said the counsel. "And you is a lawyer also." "Very well." ',Col. P. is likewise a gentleman. 0 Very well." "But you is not like wise." The lawyer was dumb. Anvics ro EVERT BOOT ,---Let the business of (vary ono else alone, and attend to your own.— Don't buy what you don't want ; use every hour to advantage, and study even to make Leisure hours Useful ;, think twice before you spend a shilling, re member you will have another to make; find rec reation in looking after your business, and so your business will not be neglected in looking after rec reation ; buy low ; sell fair, and take care of the profile ; look over pour books regularly, and if you find an error trace it out should A stroke of mil fortune come upon you in trade, retrench—work harder, but never fly the track ; confront difficulties, with unflinching perseverance, and they will disap pear at last; though you should fall in the struggle. you will be honored; but shrink from the task, and I you will be despised.—Portland. Wno NULL Bow Finsv.--In England, the fashionable world, it is beliercd, are governed by the following maxim: . .•It is a mark of high breeding not to speak to a lady in the street, until you perceive she hes no ticed you, by an inclination of the head." "It you meet a lady of your acquaintance its the street, it is her part to notice you first, unless inti mate. The reason is, if you bow to a lady first, she may not choose to acknowledge you, and there 61 no remedy; hut if she bow to you, you, as a gen tleman, cannot cut her." gjefil'he Contruiesioners of Chester County have been sued by the Brigade Inspector, to recover the penalty of three hundred dollars for the Eric-wary arrangentrot fnt collection the tmlitia floe,
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